Luyện nghe bài hát Scene: A Train Platform In Yorkshire/the House Upon The Hill

House the Hill

High on a hill a big old house
With wrong inside it.
Spirits the halls
And make no now to hide it.

What put their souls to rest
And their ceaseless sighing?
Why do they call out names
And speak of one who's

MRS.
Well, right not to care
your uncle certainly going
to trouble about you.

And the master hears the
On the dark and still,
And the speak of secrets
In the house the hill.

MRS.
a hunchback, you see.
And a young man he was,
and got no good of all his
and a big place he were married.

To my Aunt

MRS.
She were a sweet, pretty and he'd
have walked the over to get her
a blade of grass that she wanted.
she died, it him worse than ever.

High on a hill a big old house
ith wrong inside it.
Someone died, and someone's
and can't abide it.

There in the house is a man
Still by her beauty,
Asking a life can be
naught remains but duty.

Is it always so ugly

MRS.
It's the moor. Miles and
of wild land nothing grows
on but heather and and broom,
and nothing on but wild
and sheep.

What is that awful sound?

MRS.
That's the wind blowing through the
they call it that sound
but look that tiny light
far across
be the gate it will.

And the hears the whispers
On the dark and still,
And the speak of secrets
In the upon the hill.